Piper McLean entered the mess hall of the Argo II just in time to witness the strangest sight she had ever seen. Jason Grace, Frank Zhang, and Nico di Angelo were sitting at the table, hunched over plates of something and poking them with forks. Crumbs and strange yellowish smears were everywhere.

"Uh…what are you doing?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

The three boys looked up. "Oh. Hey Pipes. Care to join?" asked Jason brightly, as if it was completely normal for three demigods to be covered head to toe in yellow crumbs.

"What are you doing?" Piper repeated.

Nico held up his fork, which was coated with the same strange yellow substance and adorned with a flaky blob. "Eating cheese strudels."

Piper's eyebrow only rose higher, and her mouth opened slightly. Frank chewed whatever it was inside his mouth –– strudel? –– swallowed, and pointed at Nico. "His idea."

If the son of Hades ever blushed, he did then. Piper looked at him, then Frank, then Jason, then the blobs in the middle of the table.

"Hey, why not?" she said, shrugging.

"Grab a fork," said Jason.

Don't judge. I was both tired and hyperactive (a strange mixture) at the time I wrote this.

I own nothing except the strudels.

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